Author's Note: This Chapter should be super-eventful so tell me how I did in the reviews. It's my first fan fic so I'm hoping everyone has enjoyed it thus far. And sorry for anything I might have taken from other stories. I didn't realize it till I was reading over all the other chapters. Forgive me. Love ya. XoXo.
I knew tonight wasn't gonna be easy. After all the pressure Jo had put on me with my costume and what James told me about the party he was having, I knew tonight was gonna be hard. No doubt. So I just stood leaning on the Kitchen counter, waiting for Camille to leave so I could get dressed. Jo had strictly instructed me that the costume was supposed to be secret to everyone; she had some big plan on how we would enter the party with a bang, being fashionably late enough for people to pay attention. I was steadily drinking my water, humming music again and going through math equations to calm my nerves when a loud yelp and then thud came from the stair-case opposite me. Camille's mom was desperately taking pictures of her daughter as she marched down the stairs nursing a hurt knee. Camille was going as Madonna from her 'Like A Virgin' era and looked okay. She was missing two important things. And even if I was pissed at Camille right now, I wouldn't watch her ruin a perfectly good Madonna costume. I quickly scuttled to my room, grabbing two things from inside my bottom drawer, before rushing back. Camille spun around in front of me as her mother grabbed her purse and ran out the door.
"Have a good time huns," she said as she rushed to pull her car keys out of the clutter inside her ugly bag, "I'll be out with your mom at another Halloween party." Her mom looked back to us and blew us a kiss before crudely saying, "And if ya gonna do anything tonight, be safe." She went out the door as I continued forward to Camille until the door swung back open and her mom breathlessly said, "And Neph, help Cam out with the stuff ya mom told me about. She promised you could finish it off for her." Camille and I both blushed as her mom re-shut the door and locked it. I was about to talk when Camille started.
"Look Logan, I'm sorry," she said hesitantly, "I was a little intimidated by your presence there that day. It's hard for me to accept that James can never like me no matter how much I love him, and I see how he looks at you, and talks about you and I realize I had no reason to interfere with that. What you do in the bedroom is your business," she finished off, forcing me to blush as she smiled back. "And I swear I'll try to be more accepting of you and your Jo friend, but I've lived in Minnesota a lot longer than I had lived in L.A., so give my ignorance time, I'll come around." That last statement made us both giggle before she went on, cutting me off again.
"But now isn't the time to get mooshy, Bambi, cause I need help with this look. Mom isn't the best costume designer that ever lived and James was a little *pause* too into it," she said. I started quick, because it was finally my turn to talk, whether she allowed me or not. "Camille, run upstairs and grab your MOM's bag of makeup, and that's important to remember, and then come to my room immediately. I grabbed my glass of water and rushed to my room with the objects I was hiding behind my back. I could do this I kept repeating. I was as good at costumes like everyone else. But that was a lie. I sucked. The only reason I had this stuff was because my mom forced me to go to the Madonna tour with her a few years ago and decided to dress up. And it was truly humiliating. It made me love Queen Madge, but it was humiliating. And now I was head of Camille's costume department when I could barely hold stuff when it was at my old school. Oh how the table's had fatefully turned. She ran in with the bag in a rush before plopping down on my bed that was across from my mirror and staring at me. I started by pinning her wig onto her skull cap rather than just sitting it on there and put a big white bow in her hair. Then I took a blow dryer and fluffed her wig with it and started the makeup. Oh the painful makeup, something I eternally sucked at. I sucked at art naturally, so makeup was going to be a disaster for me. But I couldn't tell Camille cause she was counting on me; I was supposed to be her good little gay right. Surprisingly though, as I patted her face the last time with the big blush holder, I realized I had done a good job. Right up to the beauty mark. Camille was absolutely elated, spinning circles in my mirror and singing Like a Virgin to the best of her ability, but the only thing that came out of that was self flattery and a reason to keep her out of music. But I had one last thing to do and it was imperative that she let me do it. Carefully, I wrapped the 'BoyToy' belt around her waist and then kissed her on the cheek before sending her on to the party to go be James's Queen because he could be a real Queen about time. He hated when I said that, but it was something fun to throw in his perfect little face. And he would love that shit that I did for him. He was the one to get me into all the big Gay singers; I absolutely had no idea who Cher was before I met that boy. Then my phone started to vibrate and I knew what that meant. My death sentence because that was Jo calling to say she was pulling up and sure enough, I heard a ring at my door as soon as the phone stopped moving. Grimly, I walked to the door, stalking like a zombie so maybe she'd go away and I wouldn't have to go, but Jo was still there when I swung the door open.
"Ready to make a scene Bambi," she smiled, hugging me with a big, ridiculous purse, bag thingy in her hands. It was hilarious to see. But I was so nervous, I couldn't even laugh, and that was a problem. She grabbed by hand and ran to my room, stripping me of all my clothes except my undies (always tighty-whiteys, you can't wear Skinny Jeans without them) and then throwing me the pair I would have to wear to the party. This was so embarrassing. I stepped it in the little thing before she assaulted my body with the skin tight Halloween costume she had got for me. I would never forgive her for this. I tried to be insubordinate to see if she would quit if I didn't listen, so I threw myself onto my bad. That sure didn't help cause she got the shoes on me. I had given up. The fight was over and Jo had won, again; oh how I loved to hate that girl sometimes. She quickly put the hat on my head and put her last few touch ups on my face, but I did have to admit I looked good, just embarrassed. She quickly put a huge coat over my top and gave me over-sized sweatpants for my bottom, telling me it was important to hide the outfit so it would be special for as soon as we walked in. I was excited to see that maybe she would be making a foul out of her face with her costume before she walked in from my bathroom with a big, blue jumpsuit on with a plunger in hand and a name tag that red 'Joe.'
She twirled her braids, spinning saying, "Look, I'm JO THE PLUMBER, get it." She started to chuckle to herself before I gave her a mad expression and retorted, "Not even a little." "Come on Bambi, don't be so shy about your outfit, you'll sure as hell turn heads," she gave me a patt on the back and I still just glared forward. "I hate you for this," I said finally, giving her a small smile before punching her in the shoulder. "You won't by the end of the night, cause I heard Kendall's loves this kinda a crap." The color drained from my face before my cheeks turned rosy red, going one extreme to the next, and I said in a hurry grabbing my hair, "ican'tdothisnotwithkendallther.." she poured a drink down my throat before wiping the top layer of lipstick off and said, "Calm down, I promise you'll have fun." And with that, we rushed out to her car and climbed in on both sides."
The car ride was quiet as Jo watched me wipe the rest of the lipstick off my lips and getting frustrated that I couldn't get it all off. Eventually I just gave up and glared at her again, but to my surprise, she was giving my a naughty grin. I didn't know what was going on, but I was starting to shake. And so did my head. "Jo," I started, thinking hard on how to form my words right which was surprisingly hard for me, "what did you do to me." "I poured some Vodka into your Coke." "You're kidding. We're underage. And where could you get alcohol anyway," I said, giggling at the ridiculousness of what she had said. "It was your Aunts," she responded cooly and then it hit me, my aunt had left her Vodka on the counter. "JO!" I shuted, that's illegal. If this party gets busted we could get-." "Calm Down Logan, It's called 'pre-gaming' and your probably not going to be the only person there who did it. Simmer down and Loosen up your nerves, Tonight will be a night you will never. Forget," she said in a slow tone before laughing again. As she thought, we arrived at the right time to make a big scene and she was stripping and re-adjusting the costume so I would be perfect. Right before we opened the door, I harshly said:
"Aren't you supposed to be a lesbian."
"That was a little cold Doctor Bam Bam, considering all of us aren't stereotypes like you," she snorted at that one before finishing up, "but I do forget your drunk, and perfect, so let's fuckin' enjoy this party." With that she through open the door and a loud gasp came from the huge party at James's house. Maybe it was being drunk, or maybe it was confidence, but I pouted my lips and blew a kiss at a random guy on a stair well before stepping through the door with Jo at my side.
"Damn Bambi, Nice Ass."
"Work it girl"
"Bend over for me"
"100 dollars for a lap dance!"
These kind of shouts were coming from all over the place as I strutted my stuff through the party, clearing the crowd like Moses through the red sea as my boots clomped loudly against the wood floor. But that wasn't what I was going for. Coming right up to the King and Queen's thrones right next to the fire-place and across from the D.J. stand, I went straight to the center of it, James and Camille's wide eyes following me as I slowly bent over before slapping my ass and then licking the top of my pointer finger seductively. This had to be the alcohol, cause any other thing would have still reminded me I was in Minnesota. I turned back to the crowd and raised my hands to the air as I shouted, "LETS START THIS FUCKIN PARTY!" and almost tripping down the stairs away from the thrown. It was nice knowing that I could get all these horny straight guys going with some seductive moves, but even I had to admit my costume was sexy. Jo chose a skin-tight, girl's nurses outfit with high, platform GoGo boots to top it off. The tethescope was mine that I added for good measure and she insisted on the hat. I honestly didn't think this was a very realistic nurse outfit in the first place, but who knew. Porn Hospital was existent in some perverted person's fantasies. She topped off the outfit with bright red lipstick and thick mascara. And then a thong. I should have been bright red right then, but I turned out to be a bit of a light weight and a half cup of Vodka got me pretty freakin drunk. Who knew. And I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that none of the girl's had really dressed to whorey, but I guessed this town was maybe that frigid. Maybe that's why all these straight guys were being so nice to the California Gay Kid. Anyway, I stumbed through the party, letting the little dress get pulled up where it did and being felt-up when it happened because of the euphoric skankiness you get from sexual attention flowing through myself.
It was a little difficult getting through the party crowd and I had almost tripped me, but the attention I was getting caused me to not pay attention to anything I was doing. The D.J., obviously recognizing that not anything crazier could happen that night, decided it was time to kick things into high gear. Blasting through the loud speakers was the new Lady Gaga song that was reaching up in the summer charts, something about edges and moments I think. I kinda remembered it from the C.D. (I had a thing for a girl who could proudly be a Drag Queen all the time), but it didn't matter because all I wanted to do was dance. I started to sway to the music, the heat from the bodies around me making it seem like a giant dance orgy going on. Well, 'dance orgy' was an awkward way to describe it, but I really can't think of anything else like a crowd of dancing, horny teens. I looked to the stage and one girl dressed as Gaga was on the D.J.'s stage, mouthing the words like it was a concert performance. She saw me swaying with a few guys and pulled me up on stage with her trying to get me to participate, but I wasn't interested. I had guys, not girls, to dance with. But I was very interested in who this brave girl was so I looked in her eyes, I finally recognized our Musical Guest. "Je, Ja, *huh*, Jenny Tinkler," I said, squinting from the bright disco ball light, "What are you doing here, I thought you were just a drama geek." I still can't believe I said that, but that little, tiniee-tiny bit of alcohol made me feel invinsible. "They invited me to impersonate any artist I chose and I chose Gaga because the costume was easy to make," she giggled and squealed before continuing on with her performance. I just huffed and walked away before being pulled back into the crowd, dancing the night away as ever. After grinding with every member of the Football team and French kissing with some girl named Jennifer and that weird Guitar Dude, I was feeling the affects of hours of dancing. We had finished listening to all of Born This Way and were half way through The Fame, and I was so tired from dancing on the floor in the GoGo's. And the alcohol was steadily wearing off, leaving a major headache. I made my way to the kitchen, just a little less confident from the alcohol haze wearing away as I approached the person I had intended to all night, but when I got there, he was gone. Someone tapped me on my back before saying, "Come with me," and I was pleasantly happy with hearing Kendall Knight's voice and hands pulling me towards the lengthy stair case.